“It was nice,” I tell Koen in the car. “Grocery shopping?” I nod, unsure how to explain that I haven’t felt this normal and grounded in forever. “If this is a beloved pastime of yours, you may continue doing my grocery shopping. At no cost to you.” “Cool. I’ll be in charge of buying your—” “Unicorn waffles. Look at you, holding on to jokes like your life depends on it.” It’s what I’ve got, I think.
